Today was the annual Prefect's Netball match - a day adorned with charity, cheering crowds, cross dressing and, of course, world class netball. This event has always, understandably, been dominated by the girls every year. Until today.
Not only did we get the upper hand on the fairer sex, we actually destroyed them. We showed off our awesome skills, and legs, to snatch a 7 - 1 victory (no doubt in some part to my incredible goalkeeping skills). There was much anger and criticising of the refereeing but our rough antics in no way took away from our victory as far as we were concerned. That's one for the men. Photos of me in a skirt to follow.
In other news, I may or not be going to see Anti-Flag tomorrow who are being supported by my friend's band Brassphemy, depending on my brother's plans. I've also got a million things to learn over the weekend for various performances and things, most notably my Berklee audition where I'm playing this.
On a side note, Boston Legal is absolutely brilliant.
Ahhhhhhhhh bo.
